Heyo! My name's Hotshot and i am a professional simp/weeb. Iâm 18+ but I DO NOT post NSFW content on this blog. Bisexual. Poly. Artist. ADHD. Anxiety. She/They. SFW Lee-leaning Switch. SFW Agere (used as a coping mechanisms please don't bully). I don't post nsfw things and try to avoid reblogging them. I wanna note that I am completely okay with people messaging me as long as it's not asking me to become/do thinks like become a Lee/Ler for someone or a sugar baby or something along those lines (and this week I'm hyper fixating on Aot and X men)
(I don't write a whole lot so sorry for the inconveniences, also these fics have shit grammar and spelling mistakes just an fyi)
What I won't write: Smut, incest, types of mental/ physical illnesses I don't know how to portray properly (tell me what illnesses you want and I'll tell you if I'll write it), r*pe/non con (non con goes for the tickling to, it makes me uncomfortable sorry), fics or headcanons about Ocs (I don't know enough about them not do I know how to properly write them), certain characters I'm either uncomfortable with or don't know enough about
Lee/s: Hiccup Haddock
Ler/s: Toothless
Genre: Fluff
Fic type: Tickle fic
Other characters: Stoic and Gobber
Summary: After the Red Deat
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Hiccup isn't feeling well after just waking up from a coma but stupidly still tries to get up and get walk around even though he shouldn't be and Toothless has to find creative ways to keep his beloved human in bed.
~Stranger Things~
Eddie Munson X Reader:
Cg!Eddie x Little!Reader: How he found out about Reader Regression (and how Midnight the bat came to be) đ„°, slight đ, đŒ,đ
Reader is dating Eddie Munson and is age regressor, unbeknownst to Eddie, and you end up regressing in front of him.
Daddy!Eddie x Little! Neurodivergent Reader đ„°, slight đ, đŒ,đ§Ÿ
Headcanons for a little!Neurodivergent Reader with Eddie Munson as their boyfriend.
Daddy/Cg!Eddie x Little!Reader Headcanons đ„°,đŒ,đ§Ÿ
Headcanons for Eddie Munson a caregiver to a little!reader.
Daddy!Eddie x little!reader: helping reader into little space đ„°, slight đ,đŒ, đ
Reader isn't having a great day and regresses, thankfully Eddie is there to help take care of the reader
Would literally anybody be interested in reading a star wars/clone wars agere oneshot we wrote? Regressor Obi-Wan and CG Anakin/Vader, and a happy ending but only "from a certain point of view" (meaning its not really all that happy but it kinda is if you're a fan of the Empire) If literally anyone wants to read that please like this post cuz if it's just gonna flop I don't wanna put it out there.
*peeks head out of blanket fort* SoooâŠwrote this fic recently hehe Clone Wars with tickles! Hueahshdkajd Star Wars fluff fans, come get yâallâs juice blue milk!âšđ<3
*hides back in blanket fort* ïœĄïŸ(ïŸÂŽĐïœïŸ)ïŸïœĄ
Hdhgjakjf remember this fic above? đđ» yea uhh i put it on Ao3 now if yâall wanna reread it again! >\\\\< will i finally draw some tk art for TWC? Y E S !!!
Reaction: Instinctively catches your wrist mid-air.
> "That better not be what I think it is."
> Eyes you like you just broke formation. But after a bit, he sighs and lets you go. Thereâs the barest twitch of a smile as he walks off. Might actually be ticklish. You'll never get close again.
---
Captain Rex
Reaction: Flinches, startled. Almost drops his helmet.
> "Whoaâwhat was that for?"
> Gives you that âCT-7567 does not process nonsenseâ look, but canât quite hide the shy smile. Tells you not to do that again in front of the men. Absolutely ticklish, deeply flustered about it.
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Commander Wolffe
Reaction: The lookâą. Death and judgment in one glare.
> "You're lucky you're not a shiny."
> Grabs your wrist, raises an eyebrow, lets go slowly. He's not mad⊠just very, very disappointed. But his lips twitch as he turns away. Might be plotting revenge. Youâll never see it coming.
---
Commander Fox
Reaction: Jumps back like you hit him with a stun baton.
> "Kriffâwhat are you doing?!"
> Holds his chest like his soul briefly left his body. Pulls himself together in record time, then scoffs like he wasnât just giggling under his breath. Defensive. Probably very ticklish. Denies it vehemently.
---
Commander Gree
Reaction: Smiles like you just gave him a puzzle.
> "Interesting reflex-based engagement tactic. Is this a game?"
> Doesnât pull away. Stares at you like heâs analyzing every muscle twitch. Might gently tickle you back just to understand the reaction. Completely unbothered. Possibly a menace in disguise.
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Commander Bly
Reaction: Nearly drops his blaster. Laughs immediately.
> "Stars, that ticklesâokay, okay! You win!"
> Totally ticklish. No resistance. He laughs, scoops you into a hug, and starts plotting how to get you back. This man is sunshine. Be warned: if you start it, he will finish it. In the nicest way.
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Commander Thorn
Reaction: Grins like a predator.
> "You realize you've just declared war, right?"
> Cackles. Literally cackles. Launches an immediate counterattack. Youâre on the floor in seconds, begging for mercy. Ticklish and proud. Says things like âFor the Republic!â as he gets revenge.
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Commander Bacara
Reaction: Doesnât flinch. Just stares.
> "âŠExplain."
> Stone-faced. Absolute stillness. He lets you try again, but nothing happens. Not even a twitch. You're 90% sure he's immune to tickling. 10% sure heâs just terrifying. Either way, you walk away.
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Commander Neyo
Reaction: Stares blankly at your hand.
> "That input is irrelevant to my programming."
> The most neutral reaction possible. Doesnât flinch, doesnât smile, just steps back like you're a bug on his boot. But later? You swear you heard a soft chuckle under his breath. The mystery deepens.
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Commander Appo
Reaction: Yelps. Literally yelps.
> "Heyâ! What was that for?!"
> Blushes like mad. Canât make eye contact for the next ten minutes. Flustered to his soul. You broke his internal protocols. Ticklish, 100%. Youâll never hear the end of it⊠once he recovers.
Summary: In his commitment to restlessness, Anakin discovers something about Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan can't let him get away with that, of course.
Anon: Hi I don't know if you're taking prompts at the moment but would you consider writing a fic where Obi wan is tickling anakin, maybe where it's during the clone wars and anakin is being restless and teasing Obi wan so he decides to put him in his place?? Or something obviously if you're not taking prompts don't worry! But if you're that would be really cute
Do not tag this as ship. Don't do it.
Anakin had a critical inability to stay still, Obi-Wan noticed. He had become calmer and more focused under his wing, sure, but he was restless to his very core. Other Jedi masters would certainly have found his fidgeting to be a nuisance, something to be expunged--Obi-Wan saw it as human. For the things theyâd seen and had to do, a little humanity was very welcome.
âThereâs nothing to be done but wait,â Obi-Wan murmured, unwilling to release his patterned breathing.
âI canât just sit around.â Anakin switched directions, pacing the other way.
âYou are far too eager, Anakin.â Obi-Wan shifted slightly, but did not rise.
âAnd you are far too boring!â He snapped, but it held no real venom. Obi-Wan sighed deeply, dropping his head, and the relaxation promptly left his bones. He stood, brushing himself off, and Anakin watched him tensely.
âPerhaps a bit of sparring would do you some good.â Obi-Wan drew his lightsaber and beckoned him closer, already assuming a combat position. Anakin drew his, twirling it idly, and they circled each other.
For all of Anakinâs restlessness, he paid rapt attention in the field. Obi-Wan could see the gears turning in his head as they circled one another, waiting for Anakin to inevitably make the first move.
They exchanged a flurry of blows, sending blue sparks flying into the air around them. One of the strikes set Obi-Wan unexpectedly off-balance and Anakin used the opportunity to press his advantage, crowding in closer to force a surrender. Obi-Wan smirked--he could never resist playing dirty when an opportunity arose--and squeezed Anakinâs side. He yelped, lightsaber flying into the air, and Obi-Wan caught it, sheathed it, and clipped it to his belt. He tried not to look too amused at Anakinâs pinkened face.
âDo you yield?â
âNever.â Anakin smirked, rushing forward. He swung at Obi-Wan and he simply leaned to avoid it, hands tucked primly behind his back. A mistimed strike gave him an opening--he sidestepped and shoved Anakin forward and away.
âYour impatience will cost you if you arenât careful. Again.â Obi-Wan readied himself as Anakin charged. Of course, he could never make things easy, but if he moved a tad slower to let Anakin get a few hits in? Ah, whoâs to say.
Anakin locked Obi-Wanâs arm behind his back and started twisting out another forced surrender. It wouldâve worked too, if Anakinâs stance didnât leave his free hand wide open. Another lesson for another day, perhaps.
Obi-Wan reached back and grabbed at Anakinâs side, but he didnât let up this time. He felt Anakinâs forehead smack into his back and heard the faint laughter floating up, but it took quite a few stubborn seconds for Anakin to actually let go.
âExcellent work.â Obi-Wan held out the captive lightsaber. Anakin took it gratefully.
âYou absolutely cheated.â The silly smile on his face was contagious.
âI prefer calling it âalternative strategyâ. Either way, you did well.â Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder.
âThank you, Master.â
âOf course. Now, for my sanity, I implore you to clear your mind. Iâm not sure how much more pacing I can take.â Obi-Wan took a seat on the ground, and when his padawan didnât move, he patted the space next to him until Anakin followed suit.
He could sense Anakinâs mind slowing beside him, falling deeper into the tides of the Force, and the comfort of it enveloped him. Obi-Wan allowed himself to drift inwards. His spirit floated away from his physical form and deeper into his psyche, deeper into peace. Tension left him in droves. He inhaled.
The air punched out of him, though, when Anakin started poking his upper ribs. He tried not to startle so visibly, but it was a little late for that.
âAre you trying to accomplish anything in particular?â He cleared his throat. Anakin could smell weakness, he was certain of it.
âJuuust testing a theory.â Anakinâs prodding fingers marched down his ribs and his fingers twitched minutely.
âYou will not find what youâre seeking.â Obi-Wanâs voice strained against his better intentions. It took all of his strength not to move and a little more to appear calm.
âAre you sure?â Anakin reached Obi-Wanâs sides and didnât let up. He exhaled a little too hard. He couldnât allow himself even a smileâAnakin would never let him live it down.
âOf course, Iâmââ
A lone giggle shattered their dialogue.
âWoah.â Anakin beamed, slow and steady. The dangerous sparkle in his eye was about one of the only things that could make Obi-Wan nervous.
âAnakin, Iâm warning youââ He didnât get to finish. Anakinâs hands darted through the various folds and layers of his robes, seeking easier purchase, and found a delightful (read: terrible) spot around his waistline that pulled snickers from him like fresh taffy. He folded forward, falling into fuller laughter at curious scribbles upon his stomach, and Anakin gasped in wonder.
This was so alien to him, a relic of a life long gone. He found himself trying and failing to break up a cage match between his human instincts and his Jedi ones. Had what little shred of pride he had not been at stake, he wouldâve fallen over under Anakinâs absurdly nimble hands.
âThis is the best day of my life.â Anakin laughed, letting his fingers slip beneath Obi-Wanâs arms, and the subsequent bark of laughter surprised them both.
Itâs about to be your last. Though he couldnât possibly stay mad at the way Anakin was lit up. Perhaps it would be alright to let him win. Just once in a while.
Not today, though.
âI wish you hadnât done that.â He hit Anakin with a gentle pulse of the Force, enough to push him back. Anakinâs face settled into playful terror in real time and he fled, making a hopeless dash for the door. Obi-Wan watched him run--heâd gotten faster lately--before grabbing him by the belt with the Force and throwing him back across the room. He caught Anakin bodily in his arms.
âNo, waitââ
âConsider this a lesson in patience, ambition, and sensitivity. Especially the latter.â Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakinâs waist and lifted him clear off the ground, burying his fingers into as much torso as he could. He burst into squeaky laughter, rife with voice cracks, and threw his head back, narrowly avoiding cracking open Obi-Wanâs nose.
âOh, looks like you may have a thing or two to teach me!â Obi-Wan grabbed handfuls of Anakinâs sides and he snorted around his next bout of laughter.
âObi-Wan pleahahase!â
âYou know I am not a stickler for rules, but do remember your manners. You could get in some nasty trouble.â He swept Anakinâs feet out from under him, still tickling, and lowered him to the ground, taking great care to avoid the flailing limbs.
âIâm gonna die!â Anakin fruitlessly scrabbled at Obi-Wanâs torso to get the upper hand. Obi-Wan hooked his arm around Anakinâs and pulled it up, exposing the perfect landing strip for pinching fingers.
âNonsense. Youâre so close to being free! Wiggle out from my grip thereâoh, youâve made it worse. Hm.â Obi-Wan clawed at Anakinâs stomach with two hands and an iron grip. Anakin tried to pry the evil hands away, but his strength and coordination had evacuated long ago.
He swung his legs back and forth, kicking wildly, and Obi-Wan was proud of the little momentum he had. It was a clever idea--using momentum to break free of the hold. A fruitless idea, but a clever one nonetheless. Obi-Wan crossed his arms over Anakinâs torso, burying his hands beneath his arms, and the resulting shriek had Obi-Wan chuckling.
âThis is wonderfully endearing, Anakin, but not at all effective.â On the next swing, Obi-Wan caught Anakinâs knee and wormed his fingers behind it. Anakin threw his head back and cackled wildly, all bright smiles and nose-scrunched laughter, and Obi-Wan had no qualms with admitting how much the sight lifted his spirits.
âI see the problem. Youâre laughing too hard to focus.â
âYou thihink?â Anakin squinted at him.
âI do. Try laughing less and see where that gets you.â Obi-Wan rained a hail of pinches down upon his hips and the fight was lost. Anakin made a noise like a shipâs hyperdrive starting up and flailed hardâhe caught Obi-Wan in the chest with a stray punch. An endless stream of high-pitched, hysterical giggles bubbled out of Anakin and he did his best to muffle them, but Obi-Wanâs fingers on his neck ensured that he couldnât.
âYouâre turning rather red. Is something the matter?â Gloating was unbecoming, sure, but the two of them had always done things a bit differently. Besides, this was beyond endearing. Heâd earned a little teasing.
âI give!â Anakin yelped, scrunching as much as possible. Obi-Wanâs fingers slowed.
âGood. You seemed intent on passing out.â Obi-Wan poked his stomach and Anakin snickered.
âOne day,â Anakin wheezed, âI am going to destroy you.â
âI would love to see you try.â Obi-Wan extended a hand towards Anakin, glowing with pride, and he took it.
Did Anakinâs promise send a minute shiver up his spine? Perhaps, but he was never one to turn down an entertaining fight.
Star wars prompt if you want! Clone wars series xD Asoka and Anakin bored while in hyperspace between missions, bored. Starts playing with force touch to pass time. Devolves into force tickle fight, around corners, squealing and hiding. Accidentally getting clones with stray shots until Obi wan has enough and hunts them down xD thank you!
The Chase
Summary: See prompt above :)
(Lol! Love it @wintersweetbou đ€Ł Hope you enjoy đâ€ïž Sorry it took so long â€ïžđ )
A true Jedi was supposed to control their emotions, but neither Anakin nor Ahsoka were very good at controlling the emotion know as boredom. Especially when they were bored together.
Ahsoka sat in one chair with one arm on the table and her cheek resting on her fist. Her other hand tapped the top of her knee as she scowled at it. Wearing a matching scowl across from her was Anakin. He was slouched back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest and his scowl was being directed at the far wall. Neither of them moved, but both of them wanted to.
Ahsoka let out a long sigh before turning her head enough to see Anakin. "Master, how much longer until we get there?"
That was enough to get the older man to atleast leave the wall alone with his scowl while he addressed his padawan. "Another few hours atleast Ahsoka."
A legitimate whine left the teen Togruta. Her head went from her fist to the back of her chair as she stared up at the ceiling. The rest of her body slouched down in her chair. "This is taking forever."
Anakin took the opportunity to roll his eyes. "You know, most masters would use this as an opportunity to talk about patience and control. Atleast, that's what Obi-wan would do."
"Why don't you?"
"Because that sounds boring." Anakin stood. "Instead, I want to try something else."
Ahsoka lifted her head. "Try what Master?"
"Practice." Master Skywalker placed both hands on his hips. "With force touch."
The teen Togruta perked up. "That can be fun?"
Anakin held out one hand. "Let's see."
A moment later, Ahsoka squeaked. It felt like a legitimate set of fingers brushed against her side. Her extremely ticklish side.
"Hm. That was interesting."
Ahsoka gave her smirking Master a glare. He knew she was ticklish. He was just using it for entertainment cause he was bored.
Well two could play at that game.
So Ahsoka focused on the force and held out her hand. A moment later, she was rewarded with a satisfying cry of "Ah! Ahsoka!"
The teen Togruta smirked this time. "Oops."
A squeal quickly wiped it away. Anakin got her other side.
"Oops indeed." Master Skywalker teased.
Ahsoka used the force to poke his ribs, making him squeak and turtle to the side.
Anakin returned her smirk with a glare that the teen instantly recognized. She was in big trouble.
So with her smirk dropping, the teen Togruta ran.
"Ahsoka! Hey!" Master Skywalker was quick to follow. "Get back here!"
In response, Ahsoka reached behind her to throw a force touch at her Master. "You stay away!"
Anakin squeaked, jumping back. He looked back up with another scowl before rushing off after her again.
Ahsoka went around a corner, hoping to lose her master in the crowd of clones milling around. She dodged a duo of them when she felt something squeeze her side again.
Yet, when she slowed enough to brush at her side, nothing was there. A scowl soured her face.
She ran backwards to try to get her master back when he ducked behind a clone trooper. So her force touch didn't reach her Master. It hit the clone.
It was funny to see him jerk and squeak, but it wasn't him she wanted to reach.
"Sorry!" The teen called while turning forward to run again.
Ahsoka could hear a few words called after her from Master Skywalker, but she wasn't close enough to make them out. But she was close enough to turn the next corner, spin a bit then reach out with the force touch.
This time, it landed. Atleast, she figured based on the noise Anakin made.
Meanwhile, Master Skywalker slowed a bit at a brush to his stomach. It made him growl and pick up speed. He was so getting her back.
Ahsoka quietly cheered with a small fist pump before picking back up her speed at the sound of approaching feet.
Back and forth the two went, dodging around corners and touches. Sometimes Anakin would get the upper hand and sometimes Ahsoka. However, sometimes a poor nearby clone would receive a random side tickle with no way of confronting the two figures flying by.
At one point, Ahsoka thought she had lost her master in the hanger bay only for him to jump around a nearby ship and catch her by surprise.
The Togruta squeaked and jumped almost five feet. "Master!"
Anakin jogged to the door. "Guess we need a bit more force deflection practice."
With a frustrated huff, the teen took off after her master. How had he gotten there so quickly? The rat.
The second time he tried, Ahsoka got the jump this time. She spotted the tiniest bit of boot sticking out behind some crates in a storage area so she took advantage. The teen crept up to the crate stack and climbed up like a ladder then dropped down on the other side. She then quickly reached for Anakin's ribs before jumping back up to the top.
Master Skywalker clutched his ribs then turned. "Hey!"
Ahsoka landed gracefully on the top most crate. "What was that about force deflection Master?"
With that, she was gone again.
And Anakin growled before following her up and over. "Get back here!"
The teen sprinted, brushing past more clones. "No can do!"
Unfortunately, none of the clones were safe from the attack. Several received various pokes, prods, or squeezes as the two went. It was hard to tickle fight when running. Atleast, that would be their argument if they ever got caught.
And caught they did.
This time, Anakin was in the lead of the chase. He felt like he had finally gotten the lead on his padawan when he felt it. A hand grabbing the back of his collar as he rounded the corner.
It yanked him to a stop before turning to face Ahsoka barreling around.
Who was so focused on her master, she didn't notice the second figure. "When I get my hands on you, I'll---Master Kenobi!"
With a disapproving sideways glance at Anakin, Obi-Wan finally let him go. "What's going on here?"
Relax," Anakin assured. "We were force touch training."
"Oh I'm sure you were." Obi-wan motioned around. "Around the entire ship no less."
The younger crossed his arms. "Like you haven't done that before."
"I used it as a respectful training tool." General Kenobi placed his hands on his hips. "Not as a glorified tickle fight technique."
"We weren't hurting anyone," Ahsoka argued.
"It's not that you were hurting anyone Ahsoka. You were being reckless. The force is not to be mistreated. It's a tool, not a toy."
By now, the teen was matching her master's crossed arm sulk.
Anakin even threw in an eye roll. "Leave it to Obi-Wan. Always takes things too seriously."
That one comment struck an idea in the general's mind. He tried to cover up his smile by stroking his chin. "Perhaps you're right Anakin. Maybe I do take things a little too seriously."
Ahsoka straightened, arching one eyebrow as she studied Obi-Wan closely.
"See?" Anakin uncrossed his arms, mouth pulling up in a smirk. "Now we're in agreement."
"Uh, Master Skywalker," Ahsoka tried.
Obi-Wan held up a hand to stop her. "Maybe I should try to 'loosen up' a bit. Like you two."
"Yes you should," Anakin agreed.
Meanwhile, Ahsoka tried backing away from the conversation before either noticed, but a force hold kept her from going anywhere.
Without even turning away from Anakin, Obi-Wan finally let his smirk show. "Stay Ahsoka. You'll miss the show."
Finally, Anakin started picking up on Obi-Wan's smirk and tone. It finally made him narrow his eyes at the general, but he never got the chance to ask a question.
A moment later, he and Ahsoka were pinned against the wall by a force on their chests. They were forced to watch as General Kenobi strolled over to them. "Let's begin. Shall we?"
Project Hail Mary tickle fic - Switch!Grace, Switch!Reader. ~2k words
đSynopsis
Grace messes up an experiment. You are never going to let him live it down, but he's intent on destroying all evidence, and isn't afraid to be childish about it. Fortunately, neither are you.
(Based on this ask and this ask)
đAuthor's notes
holy shit this one turned out longer than expected. I have no idea how I feel about it but i'm at the point where I think i should post it and be done <3 enjoy ig!
(thank you to @//harringtonsslvt for inspiring me to upgrade my post layouts!!! Space dividers by @//strangergraphics)
This is unbelievable.
You can't keep the grin off of your face. It's been a long long day in the lab for you...but it's clearly been a longer one for Grace. You've just found evidence of him making a mistake - one he swore up and down that he had never made, and would never make.
Your hands skim over the plastic lid of the electrophoresis tray in awe. The exact science here is irrelevant; the important thing is that someone has inserted the wires into the tray the wrong way around, causing all of the sample to scoot merrily off the gel intended to hold it.
"From black to red or your gel is dead, they drilled it into me in undergrad-" He'd always say, tutting when you asked him for the umpteenth time to check your own gels. It was more out of paranoia than anything - sometimes these things could take hours to set up. Grace had always been happy to help, always adamant that he'd never done it the wrong way around, despite it practically being a rite of passage for every molecular biologist.
And here it was: his time had finally come, one PhD and a suicide mission later.
"Oh, Maryyy~" You make sure the onboard camera is pointing at you.
Ryland lifts his head from the laptop at your tone, bemused.
"...What is it? ...wait, why are you grinning like that-"
"Maaarry, start recording, I need to keep this for posterity-"
"Recording started."
Grace's eyes dart from your face to the camera on the wall, and then down to the bench. The cogs turn for a second - and then, horror.
"No."
You nod.
"No, no, nope-" He stalks over. You lean back to let him see the complete absence of stained DNA on the gel. There's a pause as he stares, dumbfounded. You notice a slight twitch in one of his hands, and you instantly know what he's about to do.
He lunges to cover the evidence. Fortunately, you're faster- you step in front, blocking his reach but not the camera's view of his handiwork.
"MARY, STOP RECORDING- DO NOT-" Grace splutters, shoving at your shoulders. You shift the equipment further towards the wall, and start calmly extracting the gel from its equipment. If you suspend it in the appropriate buffer, maybe you can preserve it in a jar...as a reminder. The ship could do with some more decorating. Your brain runs through the practicalities of keeping agarose gels long-term.
Ryland, meanwhile, runs through every PG-13 insult known to man.
"Fudging - give it BACK, you JERK-" He swats at your arms. Ignoring this tantrum, you lovingly place the gel onto some tissue to dry off, and turn to face him. It is important that you see the look on his face for this.
"And behind us, dear viewers, you will see clear evidence that Doctor Ryland Grace, 33.33% of humanity's last hope, does not know how to load a gel-"
"Ohoho, you're in for it now-"
He redoubles his efforts, trying to stretch over you so he can bin the evidence. In your peripheral vision, you spot Rocky enter the room with an amused trill. He has probably heard the conversation and wishes to have a clearer view of whatever comes next. Better make sure the spectacle continues, then.
"-despite repeatedly claiming that he would never make such a silly mistake-" You press on, cackling at the frustrated noise your lecture draws out of Grace.
"Grace makes silly mistake all the time. It is no surprise he has done this."
"Correct, Rocky - Hey, Ryland! Don't destroy the evidence, I need to frame it!"
Grace ignores you - he's not going to stop until he's snatched that gel from its little tissue paper bed. You won't tolerate that.
He reaches over again, still failing to cover the distance. This is an easy opening; an opportunity to match his energy that you can't refuse.
Without a second thought, you dart your hand under his outstretched arm, and wiggle your fingers.
Ryland crumples, shrinking away with a screech.
You laugh at the wounded look on his face. He glares.
"Okay, that's it-"
What happens next is a bit of a blur - you know that Ryland makes one last scramble for the gel, and you know that Mary starts her usual spiel about conflict de-escalation, and you know that Rocky scuttles over, shouting something about not wanting anyone to get hurt. You don't really hear much of it though, because immediately after blocking Grace's lunge, he resorts to vibrating his fingers into your ribcage. Your hands reach out to retaliate, and both of you fall to the floor in an undignified pile of giggles and swearing.
"Let me hahave this!" You protest, trying not to reward Grace with a reaction as he trails his fingers over your tummy. He's sat over your legs, torso within easy reach - you take your chance, and squeeze at his stomach in return. You're immediately rewarded with a wide grin and an abundance of cackles.
"You lihittle-BUGGER-" Grace has folded over above you, making it even easier for you to keep tickling. You draw circles around his navel that make him go limp with laughter.
"I'm glad we're recording this, you're being adorable," You tease.
"MARY! MARY-!" He shrieks, hands struggling to keep prodding your sides. "DELEHETE RECORDING- NOHO-"
"Dohon't listen to him, Mary," You speak calmly over Grace, shifting one hand to tickle his ears and grinning when he becomes conflicted over which spot he should be defending. "In fact, make three backups."
"Backup in progress," She chirps.
Ryland is too far gone to do anything about this - you snort at the way he's blushing, trying to hide his face in your neck, and- oh no.
...He's not hiding.
The sound of him taking in a deep breath, paired with the light brush of his stubble, is the only warning you have for the horrific raspberry Ryland blows against your neck.
It's awful - the sensation completely shortcircuits your brain, your arms turning to jelly as all your body can do is scream it tickles it tickles it tickles. You don't even have the wherewithal to moderate your reactions, loud belly laughter flowing into the lab before you can think to tamper it. Somehow, you've managed to keep tickling Grace, which is... not helping, actually, because he keeps laughing through the raspberry. Which tickles more.
"Oh no no no. This is bad for you." Rocky observes, ever helpful.
Then, finally - it's over. Ryland has to take a breath. You move as fast as you can, rolling out from under him to trap him in a hug. With no time to waste, you return the favour, leaning in and blowing a raspberry of your own.
"WAITwaitwait-" He squeals, then wheezes, then giggles. It's incredibly endearing.
"Nope!" You pull away, hands squeezing at his sides. Grace scrambles to get up off the floor, and you follow, backing him against the counter. He shoots you a nervous grin, and you don't give him time to do anything more than that - you crawl your hands upwards, to his highest ribs, and wriggle in the space between the bones. Grace leans forwards, head resting on your shoulder as he laughs, the occasional snort punctuating his high-pitched wheezing.
And then, like clockwork, the revenge arrives - through his laughter, Ryland's hands creep over your torso, scritching gently at your sides. Soon, both of you are doubled over against the other, fighting to gain the upper hand.
"Ha- I'm keeping that gel!"
"You are NOHOT!"
"I absolutely am!" You're about to explain why, too, when Grace shoves his hands under your arms, and you start sinking down.
"Rocky think you are losing. Grace making you laugh a lot. Keeping gel is...unlikely."
Well, isn't that nice?
"He's right, you know. Gihive it up and I'll go easier on you. Maybe." The smug tone in Grace's voice makes you renew your efforts out of spite, fingers finding purchase on his sides. It's not enough, though - you both return to the floor, and Ryland swiftly pins your arms above your head.
"Rocky, Rohocky help-" You kick out your legs and shoot him a pleading look.
"No, Rocky not help. Last time Rocky help, Grace figured out Eridian tickling. Is too high risk."
Grace chuckles at that, and gives Rocky a warning look. "Wise decision, bud."
He turns back to face you, a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip in anticipation.
"Now, I'm gonna count to five, and if you agree to never speak of this again, I won't tickle you. Sound good?"
You shake your head.
"Fuck you."
It goes very, very quiet.
Okay, maybe that wasn't the smartest idea.
Ryland traces a lazy path over your stomach that makes your breath hitch, and leans in, muttering a single word.
"Language."
All hell breaks loose. His hands poke and prod and squeeze erratically over your torso, each touch designed to gauge your reaction before moving onto the next spot.
"Ha-Ryland- no!" Through your hysterics, you can see him logging the way his movements make you squirm.
He doesn't stop - rather, decides to make things worse. "Why, does it tickle?"
Oh god.
"Shut UP, you PRICK-" Swearing has done wonders for you so far. Surely more is the answer here.
"Ohoho, you've gone so red," He chuckles, thumb drilling into your second rib. "Don't like when I say that, huh?"
You are rapidly losing your ability to speak, and there's a growing warmth on your cheeks that you suspect is a blush.
"Alright, so we know this tickles," He murmers, breath tickling your ear. His hand moves higher, under your arm.
"Doesss this tickle?"
You blindly nod your head yes, hoping he'll move spots. Instead, he changes tact, his touch becoming lighter. Your laugh becomes a lot squeakier.
"I can't hear you," He grins. "Does it tickle?"
"I'm-" You grit your teeth. "I'm going to kill you-"
The laughter he's drawing from you is out of control, and just forming those words takes monumental resolve.
Grace doesn't have any issues talking, though - content with the shade of red he's turned you, he switches to providing a running commentary.
"And here, dear viewers," He smirks, scribbling over a spot near your hips that makes your back arch, "You will see clear evidence that the other 33.33% of humanity's last hope is hopelessly ticklish."
"Grahace! GRACE!" You yelp, using your feet to try and slide backwards along the floor. Ryland follows, of course, highly amused by the theatrics.
"Yeah?" He grins, slowing slightly.
You try to wipe the smile from your face, but it's stuck firm.
"I cahan't-"
"Can't what? Can't talk? I noticed." He lets your hands go, probably out of pity, but walks two fingers over your stomach just to keep you guessing. It's enough to keep you giggling in anticipation.
"Okay, okay, you win-" You gasp, trying to sit up and shuffle away.
"Oh, I do, do I? Thank you for pointing that out." Grace laughs, adjusting his glasses, which have nearly fallen off in the scuffle. He takes pity on you though, and offers a hand to help you up.
"Whatever. Mary, delete recording," You mutter, taking the offered assistance.
"Recording deleted."
"Appreciated," Ryland gives you a cordial nod, heading over to the bench.
"...Wait, where's the gel?"
"...Humans were taking too long fighting. Got bored."
"Rocky-"
"Grace pipetting technique bad bad bad. Gel punctured in several areas." Rocky holds up the agarose, which is now housed in a beautiful xenonite case. He's even had the time to fill it with the appropriate solution. Maybe you did take too long.
"Oh, for goodness' sake-" Ryland puts his head in his hands. "Fine, keep it. But we are never talking about this again."
"Don't need to. We keep next to gel area. Reminder."
"Excellent idea," You grin, still holding onto a nearby table for support.
"From now on," Grace points at you, "I'm not checking your gels for you."
"Good, I mean...You can't exactly be trusted anymore, can you?"
He raises his eyebrow at you. It's a challenge, daring you to say another word. His fingers twitch, almost imperceptibly. The message is loud and clear: Do you really want to do this again?
Alright, maybe not today. You'll give it a few days before teasing Ryland about it.
After all, you never deleted the backup videos. You'll be needing those.
A Supernatural Halloween blurb. Dean is a little shit and you take the fall.
Ler!Sam/Lee!Reader, no suggestive or explicit content.
You make the brothers dress up every single year for Halloween so they donât âlose their whimsyâ, as you so love to put it.
Dean was first firmly against the idea. Said they see enough monsters without looking in a mirror. There was a Bloody Mary joke in there somewhere, but you didnât push it.
After days and days of you giving him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes heâs ever seen, he just couldnât stand to keep telling you no. He agreed, on the condition that he had to be something âbadassâ.
Sam, on the other hand, heâs so smitten for you that all you had to do was ask the one time. Dean still to this day says that he doesnât think Sammy even knows how to fix his mouth to say no to you.
That first Halloween, Dean was a vampire- but not the kind you three fight, no. A full on gothic Dracula style vamp. White face paint, red contacts, two glued on fangs, a little âbloodâ dripping down his lip, and a three piece suit. The cape was apparently too tacky.
Sam had opted for a zombie. He let you paint him a pale green and tear up some old clothes of his. You drew some red bite marks on him and he too had to go through the torture of contact lenses- ghostly and completely dead.
You hadnât considered how complex or time consuming it would be to paint yourself as a skeleton until you were nearly down with the jawbone, but you were a damn good skeleton. Your outfit was easier, since the look relied on your body paint. Just black pants and a white t-shirt.
So, with Nosferatu and Frankenstein in tow, you set out. Of course, the three of you were noticeably a little old for trick-or-treating, but nothingâs better than bar hopping on Halloween just to come home and watch classic horror movies on the couch until someone (i.e. you) falls asleep on the couch and has to be carried to bed.
Thatâs been Halloween tradition for years now. The three of you have been ghouls, ghosts, monsters, critters, night crawlers, fairytales, creatures of the night, and any other name you can think of to describe all things spooky.
And thatâs exactly what seems to be the problem this time around.
Youâve been everything you can think to be, and youâve spent days grueling over it. Youâd figured out a costume for Dean, youâd already scrounged up parts for Samâs, but you just could not land on your own.
With the golden crown and red coat youâd planned for Dean to sport, and the chainmail and sword youâd managed to find for Samâs get-up, the choice seemed obvious. What could possibly complete the king and the knightâs trio better than a pretty princess or a dashing young prince? But that was âtoo on the noseâ, you had said.
Itâs Dean that eventually gives you the perfect idea for a costume. Something that fits the little theme youâve established, something thatâs easy enough to identify, and something youâll feel cute in. Youâre absolutely thrilled, so much so that you almost immediately run to tell Sam, but Dean stops you.
That should be a massive red flag for you, especially when he tells you that you should surprise Sam with it on Halloween day, but you agree immediately. He talks you into it without ringing a single one of your alarm bells.
So, on Halloween day, you wake up thrilled.
The jester.
Itâs so genius that youâre aggravated that Dean thought about it before you did, but you canât think about that, especially not when youâve found the perfect outfit for it. Itâs your absolute favorite color with some black checkered print, and white ruffles at the collar, wrists, and ankles. Textbook jester, and you do your makeup to match perfectly.
You jump up once youâre done getting ready, More than excited to show Dean, who is quick to urge you to show Sam. Again, you should find it odd, but when he tells you to hide behind the door and pop out once he calls Sam in the room, he justifies it with getting in the Halloween spirit, and who would you be if you disagreed?
If anything, this isnât fair for you. You expect Sam to startle a little bit, but you donât expect him to jump nearly out of his skin, and you donât think youâve ever heard a scream quite that high-pitched come out of him. You donât mean to scare him that bad, and youâre even more confused when Dean nearly folds to the floor in hysterics at his brotherâs reaction.
Sam is looking between you and Dean with that tight-lipped stare he gives when heâs fed up, and Dean is collapsed nearly in half laughing. As confused as you are, you find it hard to bite back an entertained giggle, and if you werenât in trouble before, you certainly are now.
âOh, you think youâre funny, huh?â
Those are the last words you hear before you find yourself staring at the ceiling, pinned firmly against the mattress by hands squeezing and scribbling maddeningly against your sides and ribs.
It happens so fast you donât quite register whatâs happening, and you still donât know why itâs happening, until Sam drags one of your arms up, slender fingers wiggling into the flesh underneath. The thin layer of silky fabric seems to only be making things worse.
âThis was my big surprise, huh? A clown? Yeah, okay, laugh it up. Youâre just soooo clever, arenât you?.â
Thatâs when it sinks in. All of it. The reason Dean had suggested it in the first place, why he was so adamant about keeping it a secret, his absolute delight when he first saw you in your little costume. He used you to scare Sam. You hadnât even considered that your costume might be a little clown-like. And now you have to pay for it? How is that fair?
You try so very hard to plead your case, but Sam is seemingly only dealing in absolutes, and someone has to face the consequences of this little prank. You poor thing, you didnât even mean to scare him, and Dean- who is seemingly somewhat recovered from his own laughing fit- is much too content to just watch you take a punishment that rightfully belongs to him.
You donât know how long you stay that way, but you do everything you can. You try to tell him that it was all Deanâs ideaâ hell, you try to tell him that you arenât even a clown, but neither of those points get through to him, and every attempt to explain yourself turns to frantic, babbling apologies when fingertips keep clawing and pinching at your belly and hips.
Itâs not that he doesnât believe your excuse. In fact, heâs positive youâre telling the truth. Heâs met Dean before, he knows perfectly well not to put it past his brother to put you up to something like this. He just doesnât care.
As unfair as it is, you canât deny that you learn two very important lessons before itâs over with.
Never take advice from Dean about.. well, anything. And never, never tease Sam about his fear of clowns unless you, in his words, âneed something to laugh aboutâ.
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Hello, beauties. Have this while I work on two much longer fics! I have another ler!ryland in the works, and Iâm also working on an SPN fic with ler!brothers. One of those is very self indulgent, okay, sue me. Anyway, I love you gorgeous gorgeous people, hope you like this one!
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